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Now we are six

Often, to get to my daughter’s across town, I cycle south to King Street, lock up the bike, and get the King streetcar. I did that this morning at 11.30, on my way to help her prepare for Eli’s sixth birthday party. At 7.45 p.m., as I hauled my bones off the streetcar and unlocked my bike, I was about to moan about how tiring it is to go all that way. And then I thought of my friends Lynn and Denis, who recently were needed to babysit three of their grandchildren for a week, and to do so, they had to fly to Nairobi.

A long streetcar ride I can take.

Anna the event producer, as usual, whipped up a phenomenal extravaganza for a ridiculous number of children – maybe 15, ranging from about 9 to Ben at 2. She had huge plates of snacks ready, and, most importantly, buckets of water and sponges to wash the car, their favourite pastime, and chalk paint to paint the pavement and then each other. There was mud and so much noise, it was beyond deafening. Then they found Eli’s extensive gun collection and there was war, racing about shooting, pew pew! And spying and rushing up and down the slide and jumping in the mud (Ben). There was teasing about Eli’s “girlfriend” Stacey, who is lovely and who scolds him in a voice just like his mother’s – “Elijah!” I thought, it’s a good sign he’s choosing so well, at just six. I heard another girl, when asked if she had a boyfriend, say, “It’s not legal for me to have a boyfriend. I’m only eight.”

Right on, sister.

At one point, one muddy savage with a huge green and red water gun rushed by shouting, “Let’s kill the pig!” At least, I think that’s what he said, and I thought, It’s getting a little too Lord of the Flies out here. But no, the most amazingly good time was had by all. The downstairs neighbour appeared with superhero capes and ninja headbands he had made out of old t-shirts. After the snacks Thomas grilled piles of hot dogs and hamburgers, and then, best of all, CAKE. The only time they were still – five minutes of devouring cake. And then on their feet and all over the place.

In the midst of this, my daughter finds time to help a small person find something she’s lost, help another choose something to eat when he doesn’t like what he sees – I don’t know how she keeps her calm, but she sails serenely through. The adults were provided with a crockpot of delicious pulled pork and a mere six salads.

I am in awe.

I abandoned ship and rode home, exhausted, on the streetcar, looking out at my city on a Friday night, marvelling at the cultures on display – people from every country on earth strolling the downtown streets. Especially thrilling, the mixed couples producing the cappucino babies who will save the world. Hurry!

On Wednesday, after teaching, I went to a neighbourhood party featuring oysters from the MW fish shop on Parliament Street. Mark the owner was there to shuck and give us much oyster lore. There was also lobster and other goodness from the sea. So, with 3 classes and beginning to get the garden underway, it’s been a busy week. I’m bushed.

But at least it didn’t require flying to Nairobi.

PS. Thank God, that @#$#@ wedding will soon be over. Let’s talk about something else, for God’s sake.

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3 Responses to “Now we are six”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Extensive gun collection??

  2. beth says:

    For his fifth birthday, his cousins and many of his friends bought him water guns. Just as his mother would be happy if he wanted to wear pink and play with dolls, she has no problem letting him to wear superhero t-shirts and play with water guns.

  3. beth says:

    Pew pew pew!

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